My sweetheart how I miss you I found that picture of you you never showed me. The one when you were 17 and had quit high school to join the Marine Corp! What a hunk you were!! I have it framed upon the fireplace now. Frankie I feel your presence, your always with me....the love of my life , things not always perfect but I always knew God put his thumb on you for me,,,,ever since he hearde pray when I was 13 in a dark closet....he chose you you didn't stand chance!! Daddy it's been over a year since God scooped you up and took you home so you'd have no pain. I was so happy for you, but still miss you so much. My eyes water without my permission . The hard thing is I have to be so brave and carry on. You always took care of me. I get by , by sensing your presence and feeling your love for me...gosh, I was a dumb little thing but you always held me up high....ah, I love you...sweet Frankie, of mine...one day I'll. be with you again but you may have to pull me through...hold my hand Frankie , tight ...love polly
Long, long time family Friends, Dee and John Johnson with their grandkids.
I met Frank in 1985, shortly after he & I both moved to The Woodlands. I came to be the new pastor of the Nazarene Church trying to get started in The Woodlands, and he had just moved from Arizona to work at Pennzoil.
I lived in The Woodlands for 8 years, and if I was to look back to figure out who my best friend was, it would have to be Frank. He was my treasurer, my sound man, and my sounding board.
Whenever I was lost, hurt or uncertain, he was there, mostly to listen, always to encourage. He could have been old enough to be my father, but I never felt that way around him.
I tried on 2-3 occasions after I moved from The Woodlands to tell him how much I loved and appreciated his friendship, but I'm not sure he ever understood.
I always thought Frank & Polly were the perfect match. Polly, so funny, running everywhere to do everything. Frank, solid as a rock, smiling, doing what needed to be done.
Thank you Frank for being my friend, for touching my life, for making me a better man.
How long now?
Over a year isn't it
Are you safe?
I wish I could say it ain't so
but it is.
We all miss you
Mom is doing well.
One of my first memories of Frankie was when I was dating Keenie and I came over to their house on Arroyo Chico in Tucson. Frankie was sitting in a big chair in the living room, and Polly was snuggled on his lap. They were both smiling, obviously in love and comfortable with each other. I love that memory because it illustrates not only Frankie's constant love and support for Polly and all of his large family, but also his playful nature, which wasn't always right up front but which you knew was in there, ready to sparkle out at the right moment.
My father in law has always abided in a special part of my mind and heart. He was there when he was living, and is still there now that he is gone. This is a place of constancy, love, wisdom, and support. He welcomed me into the family even though I was not of his faith, held my babies when they were little and nudged them gently when they needed it as they grew. He was as near as a phone call when Keenie needed help with something he was trying to fix, and when we all got together, he managed to be completely present without hardly opening his mouth. Until, that is, something riled him up or captured his passion. We all know how he could wax poetic at those times, and when Frankie got on a roll like that, we all listened because we knew it was worth hearing.
He is the model of a Christian man to me, steadily faithful, forgiving, loving, a man who lived his faith every day all day.
Of course one of the best things he and Polly did, in my opinion, was produce their son Paul Keiner, who became my husband 30 years ago. While Keenie and his father are different in many ways, they are alike in the essentials of crisp intelligence, deep and constant love for their families, strongly held values, and that precious dash of playfulness.
Farewell, Frankie. Thank you for all you have given to all of us. We will miss you, and we will continue to learn from the example you so wonderfully set.
Dearest Frankie, I was so dumb to let the precious moments slip away that I could have spent with you. So busy with just junk...if I had it to do over, I'd take you on wonderful picnics, I'd bake you more cakes a diabetic could eat, I'd rub your back, I'd fluff your pillows, I'd take you to see your grandbabies and not worry if we were in the way, I'd just say here we are....where's the kids!
Sweet Frankie, how generous you were. I remember when you finally got a new car, that lil' Red Chevette with the heavy diesel engine.(Years later the engine just fell out on the driveway). When it was new, you gave it to Amy to Drive to Bartlesville College so she would be safe.....and of course I helped by going to fill the gas tank before Amy left...oops wrong gas...I pumped it full with regular gas, I remember hiding behind the kitchen curtain and praying while you siphoned off a whole tank of gas....in Tucson August heat...and you never said a word to me. Please, God wrap him in your arms, especially for this.
How I love you, I really didn't know how much, until now! Kisses and hugs forever, Polly
We send our deepest sympathy to you and your family for your loss. It has been so many years since we have been in contact with you but we still remember the good times we shared with you and Frank while in graduate school together. Especially enjoyed the folk music sings we had with our mutual friends, Dee and John, who have occasional sent news about you all. All the beautiful tributes are testimony to the wonderful life you shared with Frank and we hope that those many happy memories will sustain you during this time of grief.
Love, Dick and Loraine Yeatts
my grandpa frankie was the best grandpa you could ask for, he was always there when you needed something or someone, and always made you feel better just by a simple smile. He has made a big impact in my life and many others. he taught me many things that i will awlays keep in my mind and never forget, just like him.
I miss you deeply Grandpa and am so thankful for the time we had. I'm gonna miss not being able to sit next to you and munch on almonds or other nuts you had stashed away, or convincing you to let me be your teammate at trivial pursuit, looking over and seeing you sleeping with a great-grandbaby on your chest, and listening to stories of your life. One of my favorite verses reminds me so much of you, 1 John 3:18, "Dear Children let us not love with words or tongue but in actions and in truth." You weren't a man of words but rather an example of Christ's love to those around you. I can't wait for my boys to experience more of the farm where you grew up and for them to learn more of your character and the wonderful legacy you left. We love you so much and can't wait to see you again in Heaven!
Franklin was one of the most gracious men I have ever known in my life. He loved the Lord and lived his life thru him and it showed. He was always a kind friend and wonderful to all who knew him. He is now no longer suffering and is with his Lord and Savior. Prayers to his entire family knowing he will be truely missed.
All our love to you all, Gene and Nadine Ennes Perry
So where does one begin to write about a foundational person in their life? I can't possibly capture the depth or the breadth of what my father meant to me or how wide of an influence he was on my complete character. But I want to capture a few thoughts before I am pulled back into the busyness of this life.
At my dad's funeral I shared a verse from The Bible that sums up my father's life from my perspective:
And what does the LORD require of you? To act justly and to love mercy and
to walk humbly with your God. Micah 6:8b
What more could a son want of a father? I was blessed with a father who acted justly, loved mercy and walked humbly with God. I can think of no time when I saw my father treat anyone unjustly or try and work a situation for his personal gain. Rather, I witnessed him silently “do the right thing” time after time.
My father showed me mercy much more than I deserved. From wanton behavior to disrespectful rebellion, my less than stellar moments were met with compassion. Others have said it best, that his eyes radiated mercy, compassion and calmness. That's because his eyes were a window into his soul.
My dad did not try and impose his will on others. He merely sought to walk in righteousness and let his actions speak above the clamor of the rest of the world. He certainly taught me that a great man is one who walks quietly and humbly. And he was a great man. He was the most intelligent person I knew, yet he never used his keen mind in a prideful way or in any way that would belittle others.
I cling to the rarity of being raised in a home where family values were important. For having a just father and a loving mother. Where my mother and father persevered through the good, the bad and the ugly. Where my father loved and cherished my mother, and my mother honored and respected my father.
And so I will remember him, a man of highly regarded strength in humility, upheld by his righteous walk and loved by all who knew him. Oh, to be such a man as he…
I miss you. There are many things that I wish I would have said, and many times I wish I would have called you more often. You are such an amazing man and I am so grateful for your example. You have loved your family so well. I always felt loved, honored, and cherished around you. Thank you. You have loved your country well. Thank you for starting a tradition of serving in the military...it has been a great honor to follow in your footsteps. I always admired your service to our country and I loved hearing your stories from K-55, but it really hit home the other day when the honor guard referred to you as Sergeant Frank Davidson. Thank you. You have loved the Lord well, Grandpa. Your humble, quiet, faithful walk is such an amazing example. When Dad read Micah 6:8 at your service it was perfect: "He has told you, O man, what is good; and what does the Lord require of you, but to do justice, and to love kindness, and to walk humbly with your God?" Thank you for living that out, for setting a Godly example, and building a Godly legacy. Dad has passed that legacy on to me and I hope and pray I can pass it on to my three boys. I love you, Grandpa, and I can't wait to see you again!
I'm so grateful for the legacy that my grandfather has left behind. He has shaped several generations of Davidson's "to act justly, to love mercy, and to walk humbly with your God" (Micah 6:8). I know that my life has been shaped in this way because of Grandpa's care and love for us. He served his family and his church faithfully for so many years. He may not have been greatly outspoken, but he didn't need to be because his presence said so much.
I think of my grandfather as a great oak tree. His roots were deep, his branches and leaves spread out greatly. There's plenty of shade for many people to sit and rest next to the deep silence of wisdom.
Wendell Berry's poem, Woods, will always remind me of him:
I part the out thrusting branches
and come in beneath
the blessed and the blessing trees.
Though I am silent
there is singing around me.
Though I am dark
there is vision around me.
Though I am heavy
there is flight around me.
I love you Grandpa and I look forward to seeing you again on the day in which all things are made new and we rise again in the power of the resurrection of Christ.
I Thessalonians 5: 16-18 "Be joyful always; pray continually; give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus". i understand why God tells us to be thankful in all circumstances now. At the time I met the Davidson family, I was a young teenager of 13 in 8th grade. I was miserable, lost and confused. Just when I felt my life circumstances were unbearable, God introduced His Son, Jesus to me by using a godly, loving family. The Davidson's. Mr. Davidson, (Grandpa Franky), expecially was used by God to provide me with an example of a loving, stable and wise father image. Mr. and Mrs. Davidson opened their home to me, picked me up for school, took me to church and Sunday School, shared the gospel of Jesus and, let me eat their food. Later, they let me date and marry their wonderful son, Pete. I am forever grateful to God for watching over me and allowing me to be a part of God's family and this beautiful Davidson family. Grandpa Franky was a shining example of having the Fruits of the Spirit; love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self control. I will be thankful in all circumstances.
Although he was a man of few words, Grandpa Frankie was a man of great legacy. I always remember the calming and supportive presence he had, and how he always seemed to have a grandchild or great-grandchild nestled perfectly in his arms while they both slept peacefully.
He had such a wealth of knowledge; it seemed he always knew the answer to everything. He was so quick and so sharp that he could sway audiences. I remember the calm and commanding presence he had over a room. Playing games with him he would say "now hold on just a minute," and the crowd of noisy children would fall silent, during which time he would delve into a long and perfectly logical reason as to why he was right, often winning the favor of everyone around.
As fond as these memories are, and as many of them as I have, I think the best word I can use to describe how I will remember him, and the word that was most accurately used at his beautiful ceremony, is legacy. I see his legacy in his heart and in his spirit, both of which I see every day in those he left behind.
His heart was so big; it is surprising it fit in his chest. He travelled to all corners of the world to visit and support children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren. Anything you needed he would give selflessly and without question, from a hug to a treat to a life lesson.
His spirit was one of faith, determination, independence, and can-do. There was nothing he couldn't do, or if there was, he learned how to. He led by example, not by words, because words weren't necessary. His example was naturally passed on to his children, my father being one of them, and that was passed on to me. His heart and spirit are so large and so strong that the passing of them from generation to generation is smooth and seamless. The lessons and skills that I am most grateful to have learned from my father are those same ones that he learned from his father. Grandpa Frankie is one of those men who transcends time; whose ideals, lessons, and spirit will be passed from generation to generation. He lives on in my father, and in me, and in the many generations to come.
We will always feel your love.
My Grandpa was the best and funniest grandpa i could ask for he was the smartest at trivia and other stuff to. In trivia you never wanted to be on the opposite team as him. some of the funny stuff my grandpa did was waving his cane at people that he called "stupid idiots" and also calling our dog "you mut you" even though they were just acting like that sometimes they would even growl at each other. I love you Grandpa- your loving grandson Sidney Arel
My grandpa was the best grandpa i could ask for he was also the funniest always shaking his cane in the car calling the people " you stupid idiots" he would also call our dog angle a "mut" even though they got along OK they would still growl at each other. He was the best at trivia you never wanted to be on the opposite team as him he knew alot of stuff so when i needed help with homework hes who i asked. I will never forget the loving memories of him.
love Sidney Arel
My memories of Frank began during the last decade, and I can only say what a steady, godly man I knew him to be. It has been my honor to know him, Polly, and the Arel clan (hmmm... I'm thinking this younger Frank reminds me much of Micah!). May the God of all comfort carry you closely to his heart, as I know you greatly miss such a beloved man. I will continue to pray for His comfort for you all. Much love...
We met the Davidson family in the late 80's when we first visited the Woodlands
Church of the Nazarene. Quiet, but friendly, he was a constant attendee that
welcomed newcomers to the Church. He led by example. He did not "send" his children to Church. He took them. May
God bless the Davidson family and have them honor their Christian legacy.
Amelia and Paul Cardona
I remember going to see the first Muppet movie with Amy and a bunch of friends when we were in high school. All of a sudden we all called out Mr. and Mrs. Davidson when the Professor and Beeker Muppets came on screen. From then forward not only did we call you Mom and Dad Davidson you were Professor and Beeker! We will miss you Dad "D". God Bless you and your family. Always in Christ, Kathy Hook-Cabrera
We have great memories of our time with you guys at the Plush Luzon Estates at "Hammer Field" haha when Frankie and I where attending FSU. We played some great Vollyball and pinochle games and what fun driving to school in Frankie's TD, that was his pride and joy at the time!! Students were always low on on cash. When our famlies got together (Preston,
Carol,Greg, Kim and Barry) and the Davidson family we could laugh at a drop of a hat, get a potluck together and go to any free or cheap event at
csuf. We'll alwalys be greatful to you Polly and Frankie for lendling us the money for tuition till I got paid from school farm $62.50 ha! ha!
On the first day of cchool Pres got in our clunker of a Plymouth and the darnd thing wouldn't start. Pres yelled and out I came int my bathrob to push start the car. There we were pushing away and out came Polly (in her bathrob) and she came over and said "I'm not very big but I sure can push).The car started . Preston went off to school. And, that is how we met the Davidson's. We will always have the fondest of momories of Frankie and all of you Polly. Love ya always, Carol and Preston
Sweet Frankie, You know me , I always have to have the last word...I have so many memories of you and your quiet strengh. We were so young when we left California (you were 24 and I was 22, with 2 little boys, a 2 yr old and a 4 mnth old. Harry had given us that old "1949 tear drop chevy" and you paid $50 fo an old open flat bed trailor. You built up the sides with plywood. We had everything we owned on it, including Keenies new trycicle on top. We were dragging bottom when we left your folks Armona Farm, your daddy standing in the driveway crying. As we slowly crawled up over the "Grapevine" that August evening in 1959, you had to stop to pour water in the radiator since it kept heating up. Even then God had his hand over us. I never worried, because I was with you and you were so capable. We were in Tucson 26 years.....
Then in May of 1985, we drove away from Tucson, leaving our 2 boys and their wives, Keenie and Peggy, and Pete and Lisa (and 3 beauiful grandbabies,Paul,Danny,and Tory)and our daughter, Amy. Off we went toward the Woodlands, Texas, to work for Pennzoil. Not a clue that 3 of our grandbabies, Amy's boys, Micah, AAron
and Sidney would forever be born Texans.
and now, sweet Frankie, you rest at peace next to Harry and close to your wonderful Mom and Dad. I just never could believe I was so lucky to marry into your calm, happy family. I watched so close to see how you treated your Mom, because even as a dumb 18 yr old, I knew that was how you'd treat me later. Forever kind.
How do I thank you for 56 happy, wonderful years? Magical numbers since we were married on Aug 12,1956.... Be with me Frankie, hold my hand forever, I still need you and have so many questions...who'll put water in the radiator now? Remember when I poured water in the oil hole in Tulare that hot summer day when Keenie and Pete were so little...your life was never easy, but you loved us all so much and took it all in stride. You never showed signs of running away. May God Bless you and Bless you forever, sweet, sweet man. Our Daddy forever.
Dear Polly and Family,
I did not have the privilege of knowing Frank until he was near retirement and after. I did, however, have the privilege of having Frank and Polly as traveling companions for trips covering the major road systems in Alaska, a trip to England where we stayed with Pete, Lisa and family, a tour of Scotland, Paris and a jet boat adventure on the Snake River.
Frank was quiet and humble, one would never know of his professional success, never judgemental and seemed to have a contentedness based on his Christian faith.
He will be missed by all who knew him.
Terry and Juanita Jones
A talented scientist, a great husband, father, grandfather and a wonderful friend, a good buddy. Working at Dr. Wychoff's lab, playing bridge, and dancing lessons in your kitchen, scuba diving in Mexico; those wonderful memories will never be forgotten. We will always remember what a good peson you are. Our thoughts and prayers go out to you Polly and family.
Alex and Angela Doberenz, Hockessin, Delaware
Hey Frankie: You are missed already.We have gone to church with you and Polly for at least 20 years. You were a gentleman never caused any trouble always there for your family and the church/.you were the treasurer for many years. I can never thank you enough for the back road tours of England, Scotland and majorica Spain with out you driving on the wrong side of the road we would never have seen the beautiful sights. The wonderful 10 days we stayed on the yacht in Fort Lauderdale Florida and toured Florida. Playing games every night. I didnt realize how much Amy,s boys look like you when you were young. We will miss you however we will be seeing you shortly were just behind you. where there is no pain, no sorrow no tears. What a wonderful place that will be. See you soon Love Dick & Gayle
My Dear Polly and family,
I want you all to know that our family has not forgotten any of you, everytime we go down Arroyo Chico, we look at "your home" and remember being blessed by our Savior with knowing all of you! Now seeing all of your beautiful family photos is also a blessing! My memories of Frank are of seeing the love of God in all that he said and did. The presence of God's peace and joy were very visible. I know it must be hard not to have him here any longer, but also know that you all know of our Lord's promise and comforted knowing of us seeing each other again where he is enfolded in God's love.
Psalm 119:50 This is my comfort in my distress, that your promise gives me life.
God loves you all and so do we!
Love and prayers for all,
Mr. Davidson was there when I accepted Christ into my life. I always remember he always had a flat-top hair cut and wore hush-puppy shoes and rarely said a whole lot. But, when he did say something; it was usually something one would think Einstein would say. It's odd, but even now so many years since I have seen him and his family; I have thought often of him specifically. I remember he had returned to school later in life, and now that I am doing the same, his memory has served as an inspiration to my venture back into academia. I thank God for Mr. Davidson and his influence on my life.
David Sanchez (Tucson, AZ.)
My memories of Frankie
I had the pleasure of joining Frankie & Polly on a trip to England &Scotland & Oh what a trip it was!
We stayed with Pete.Lisa&Family & were treated with such warm hospitality.
While visiting a town in Scotland Frankie waited patiently while we women visited all the Thrift stores & put up with our endless chatter.
Frankie will be dearly missed by me. I will always remember his kindness,reliability & sweetness.also his love for Chinese food.I am so glad I met Polly & Frankie.My only regret is I wish it had been sooner.
My prayers & Love are with you Polly.
I was so glad Frank got to eat at Willie's with us a few weeks prior to passing. It was such a joy to see him again after a few years. He will be greatly missed by all who loved him.
Gone from this earth but never to be forgotten because he left a legacy of love and compassion to his wife, children, grandchildren and great grandchildren. Because Frank was a quiet man, I did not know many things about him that were written in his obituary. What a wonderful life he had! Thinking of you, Polly, and praying for comfort for you and your entire family. Blessings and Love, Kate and Victor Pinelo
A favorite memory of Frank was about a year ago at a church luncheon / dinner. The church sanctuary was decorated and the tables were nicely set. There were coin shaped chocolates wrapped in golden foil sprinkled in the center of the tables as part of each setting. Sitting quietly at his seat, Frank began to unwrap and eat one of the chocolates. When she saw, Polly nudged him and said something of the sort "those are the decorations, they're for people to look at" to which he replied "well, I looked at it, and now I'm going to eat it". Cracks me up even now; always such fun together, Frank and Polly.
Faithful, gentle, loving, caring, good listener and friend. Frankie was the real deal and he and Polly shared a wonderful love story. I am grateful for the opportunity to have known him, he will be greatly missed.
Crossed the Jordan
Through the darkness,
into the light.
Did Charon pay you for the honor?
Or like Orpheus, did you sing for your passage?
We hope not...
For surely we would have heard
the howling of Cerberus.
Clearly the fickle boatman is
The light shown from you
throughout these years.
Now you will be there to guide
all of us
For the speaker,
For the reader,
such strange words,
for such a quiet man,
Retired from life.
I look into the depths,
see the swirling patterns,
the candle burning bright,
somewhere deep in me.
they roll and splash down my cheeks,
drown my shirt
lighten my soul.
I have to close the door.
My prodigious Progeny wink at me from my walls.
They stare at their Father sobbing for his loss
And so I cry
not for the dying of the light
but for the soul burning so bright.
For the lost moments,
reaching for phone
the chance gone,
It takes times like these
to knock us from our perch of
To recall the true.
To weep for the loss.
To wish for what is nevermore,
inside my head,
quoth my raven.
Now you are our spirit guide,
turning the darkness bright.
The ache is hard but you are at peace and you left us without having to suffer greatly.
Thank you for all that you taught me.
How to be calm in the face of stress.
How to teach myself to do things.
I always wondered how you knew how to fix so many things. Some of it came from the farm life. But a lot of it came from just doing. Now, my kids ask me the same thing: How do you know how to do that?
I don't, I just fake it and get after it until I figure it out.
We love you Dad.
We miss you and always will.
Because I am a relatively new addition to the family, I best knew Grandpa Frank and experience the impact he had in his family through my wife's sentiments and memories. Grandpa Frank wasn't the most talkative or energetic, his was a ministry of presence. His presence in my wife's life provided a rock solid family foundation and sense of security. I am so thankful for that experience in her life and it is a good example for me to follow in the lives of my children.
Frankie was a gentle loving and kind man who will be deeply missed. My thoughts and prayers are with his beautiful and loving wife, Polly and their family.
May your hearts soon be filled with wonderful memories of joyful times together as you celebrate a life well lived.
Dear Polly and Family,
We have very fond memories of Frank. Jay and I met Frank and Polly in The Woodlands, Texas when they attended the Woodlands Church of the Nazarene, while meeting in a school, before the church was built. We visited in their home and became good friends. Frank and Polly are among our dearest friends. We have had many good times together.
Love and prayers to our dear friend, Polly.
Jay and Judy Black
Dear Polly & Family -
Thank you for the honor of caring for all you and Franklin during this very difficult time. I have you all in my prayers still. May God Bless you all always.
P.S. O my gosh I neglected to mention the first thing in which Frank and John shared -- they were both farm boys.
We met Polly and Frank over 50 years ago at a Folk Sing at our house in Tucson shortly after my husband and I were married. I think the reason we got along so well is that Polly and I were so much alike (yakkers) and Frankie and John were so much alike (thinkers); -- (tho' Polly and I might have called them "stickers.") Those guys were scientific, mathmatical, veterans -- all that good stuff.
We all loved music. I remember one potluck Sing in Sabino Canyon. I think there were nine dishes that night -- eight of them were beans.
In addition to music, Frankie enjoyed cars -- loved that old MG that sat in the front yard all those years! (John is still working on an antique pickup). I well remember Frank with his finches. How he loved and cared for those beautiful little birds! Great wire cages in the back yard. So many varieties. So sweet.
Frank and Polly have always been dedicated Christians. How wonderful to see how strong this has made their delightful family -- children, grand children, great grandchildren! I love it that the name Paul (Frank's father's name) is being repeated throughout these generations! Which reminds me of true favorite story:
One of our son's doctor's name is John Walker III. I commented that his father and grandfather must have had the same name. He replied, "Yes, John Walker I and II --and my son is John Walker IV. His little boy is, of course, a fifth of Johnny Walker."
Thinking of how I started this message -- that Frank and John shared many of the same traits, as did Polly and myself. Well, that reminds me of another story:
A lady with whom John had worked invited me to entertain at one of her Mensa meetings. This was her introduction of my program: "Isn't it wonderful how opposites attract? John is Mensa material and Dee is a Cowboy Poet!"
Davidsons, we cherish all of you!
Lovingly, Dee Strickland Johnson (aka "Buckshot Dot")
What fond memories I have of "Frank & Polly," and your wonderful, big family. So many happy times spent together, with my parents, and all of "us kids" So much laughter, and music ... sing-alongs in our homes, our family trip to Sequoia Nat'l Park, camping and hiking ... and laughing, a lot. And the warm memories of that summer in Armona -- picking and canning peaches, and that great old farmhouse -- and smelly water! These are such wonderful memories - with Frankie in the middle of it all ... let's keep them close in our hearts and remember how lucky we are to have them. xoxoxo
My condolences to the Davidson family and in particular to Polly.
I have nothing but fond memories of the times that my first wife and our children and I shared with Frank and Polly. I am so glad that I was able to visit with them again (and with Amy) twice in the early 2000s in the Houston area.
My memories of the family are filled with musical evenings at their house in Tucson with many of their friends. I also remember the summer when we joined several family members at Frank's parents house on their farm in Armona CA. Both families bough local peaches and we all went to the cannery to can them all together. On the next day, we helped Frank's folks shake the almond trees and and in the evening, we all sat around in the back yard cleaning them up. Frank's dad showed my oldest daughter how irrigation works, but she could never get the hang of it, probably because she was only 10 or 11. The next day, we visited with Polly's mother on our way to Sequoia National Park where our family and theirs enjoyed taking pictures next to the giant trees, all holding hands and trying to encircle the largest one. What a great time we had and all my children remember that visit and Frank.
I want to give glory to God for Mr. Davidson. He was a valuable mentor to me at a crucial time in my youth and therefore I believe that there hasn't been another person who has impacted my life the way he has. He gave me his time and he gave me his heart. I talk about him and the wisdom he shared often in my teaching and in my conversations.
There were two things that allowed me to have special moments with this great man. For one, he would pick me up on Wednesday nights for Prayer Meeting. The second is we would travel back and forth to Phoenix for district church meetings. It was on road trips like these, and sometimes sitting in the car outside my house when getting dropped off, that I would glean from his insights and he would answer my questions.
He was a scientist, who would literally blow my mind with thoughts of the possibility of a seven day creation. He was deeply concerned about how the Bible was increasingly being disregarded in our society and how theories of science were being taught as facts.
He was a true patriot. Unlike my upbringing, he didn't want handouts from his government, nor bigger government, but only the opportunity to use the freedoms afforded him by his ancestors to become everything he could be and do all he could do. He gave and gave and gave to his family, to his church, to those who knew him and to our nation. He was driven by his eternal purpose.
But he was also a quiet man would didn't need to always be heard, but had so much to offer to anyone who would listen.
He was a practical man. When I asked him one day why he quit driving his MG-TD he told me it needed brakes and he didn't have time to get to it. My family would have just taken it to the shop; not Mr. Davidson. And, the only time I remember Mr. Davidson getting angry at me was the time he caught me on the church roof. He worked hard to put that roof on, and I'm sure used his own money, and he didn't need me “tearing it up”.
He was a fun man. I'll never forget his ability to laugh; I still hear it today and it gives me peace. When Pete put together a gut bucket (Sorry. You'll have to look it up) it became Mr. Davidson's instrument of choice for our Folk Sings.
He was an intentional man. When I quit college to pursue studying ministry, both Mr. and Mrs. Davidson challenged me to learn a trade. “It would be something I could always use.” Because of that I became an electrician and within three years I had the money I needed to pursue my calling.
Not everyone has someone in their life who has been a mentor to them the way Mr. Davidson was to me. Though our time together was short, he was truly a gift of God to me. And for that I am eternally grateful.
Polly and Family, I am so sorry for the passing of Frankie. I have alot of memories of him taking Amy and I to junior high and of me always asking him questions of how do they know the age of the stones and fossils in the ground. He will be greatly missed but I know that some day we all will see him again and that he is watching us right now. My thoughts and prayers are with you all and love each one of you very much. Love always Sarah(small fry) and Tim Geffre (Tucson, AZ)
It was always a pleasure to greet Frank during Sunday service at WCC. I feel priviledged to have known him. Heaven just received another angel!
WE HAVE BEEN NEIGHBORS OF FRANKIE & POLLY FOR SEVERAL YEARS & THEY HAVE BEEN A JOY TO HAVE AS FRIENDS. WE WILL MISS FRANKIE & HIS WARM SMILE HE ALWAYS HAD. POLLY, OUR THOUGHTS & PRAYERS ARE WITH YOU & YOUR FAMILY.
Next to my own father, Frankie was the warmest soul I've ever known. I will always have such fond memories in my heart of dear Frankie. He had such a way of making a person feel good about themselves. And to Amy, you are the greatest friend a person could ever hope to have. I wish so much that I could be there with you in California! Much love to the family.
Dad I will miss you and loved you so much. You were such an inspiration to me. I realized how much you loved me the first time I came home from college and you would come sit in what ever room I was in to be near me(and sit there and take your naps). I take after you in the way that we can sit any where and fall asleep. Thank you for all the love you gave me and my boys. Holding them while they were babys and giving them that loving foundations.
You where the stong slilent one that was always there for me. I apprecaite how I knew you would always be there and give me advise when I asked for it. Who will I go to now? I know who: Keenie and Pete your two sons that you raised to be wonderful men.
Thanks for taking me to church all thoughs years and showing me the love of Jesus. I can't wait to be reunited with you in heaven.
Love your spoiled wrotten daddy's baby girl Amy
To my late God Father, God Mother, Family members, and friends.
It is with great memory and deep sorrow that I write this letter.
Frank was always one of my most favorite people in so many ways. He raised a family with honor and integrity that I am sure he was proud of and near and dear to his heart. I remember so well the rides in that great big panel wagon as a kid with frank at the helm, Polly in the front seat and all us kids in the back. My parents were always in tow of course because I wanted to be in “The Fun Car”. I remember singing songs with everyone and the love of music appreciated by all and the closeness I felt from the whole family. I remember frank re-enforcing the scolding I received for doing something wrong and then explaining why it was wrong with an alternate choice that I could have made to make it right in the first place. He was always such a kind and warm hearted man and put his emotions on his sleeve for me to see that it was ok for a guy to show those emotions. I remember those lessons and think back to how they shaped my life in ways that I have passed down to my children and grandchildren, and thank him for those lessons that have helped me be the person that I am today.
To those special people that Frank has touched in life and must go on in life without him:
I know that there will be times that will be hard in your future without him, that there will be an empty spot in your hearts that will forever belong to “Frank”, Father, Mentor and dear friend. Remember those good times the special memories, the lessons learned, the honor and integrity he has instilled in your lives and most of all the “Love” he gave so freely. Your lives have been enriched by this man in every way and it is now our turn to carry the torch of life and pass those quality life lessons to the next generation as I am sure he would want.
We will all miss you frank and we know that you are smiling looking down on us sitting there in heaven.
We are all so proud to have known you; I am so blessed to have had you in my life. You will always hold a special place in my heart….
Your God Son as I always remember you calling me ………………..”Danny”
I have such fond memories of growing up in Tucson and spending so much time with Frank and Polly. You were both always such a warm light in our lives and I especially remember the time we went to Frank's parents house and canned peaches and picked almonds. He will be missed. We will keep you all in our prayers.
Know that you are loved and covered in our prayers. We will miss Frank and his commitment and faithfulness to this church and the kingdom. Our loss will be heaven's gain.
Pastor Steve L. Vaughn
Woodlands Community Church-Texas
I first met Frank when my wife, Sherri, and I accepted the invitation to become the pastoral family of The Woodlands Community Church of The Nazarene in November of 1993. The first several years Frank and I spent a lot of time together working on the church's finances. Frank was the Church Treasurer and we had to make very little go a long way. There were times when Frank was like Jesus feeding the 5,000. We gave him a couple of "fish" and a few "loaves of bread" and he fed our creditors. Frank was treasurer for several years after that and I very much enjoyed working with him. He was always kind and considerate. One of my favorite memories of Frank was our first Christmas Church Board Reception at the parsonage. Close to 20 people attended and, after the meal, folk wandered around the house, fellowshipping together. Later, it dawned on me that I hadn't seen Frank since dinner so I went looking for him. I found him on the end of a sofa....SITTING UP...FAST ASLEEP. From then on I always knew where to find him when we all got together. Frank Davidson was one the the finest people and one of the greatest churchmen I was privileged to know in all our ministry over the years. Heaven got a good one when Frank "came home". Our hearts, love, and prayers go out to Polly and the family at this time.
Warren and Sherri Foxworthy
God blessed me with a kind and loving uncle that was like a guiding light, showing all of us how to live a good life, celebrate our good times and blessings, and respond to trials with dignity and integrity. I hope as you watch those of us that remain here in the years to come, you'll find us living our lives as you have modeled for us.
My dear sweet Frankie, how I loved you! I just wished I had told you more. I should have just hung on you and kissed you every minute while I had the chance... I know without a doubt that you are in heaven, you always belonged to God. I knew it from the time you told me about your old preacher Granddad, L.D.Perkins, that you would be a worker for God. Quiet, just sitting back grinning (I just loved your sweet grin and warm eyes). You always had strengh and comfort for all of us... like everything would be all right, and it was and it will always be. You have not left us, we just can't see you.We all know your still watching over us, forever and ever.
Forgive me, Frankie for all my wild crazy temper, please. I'm sorry you picked up my bad habits and words after your strokes. You still were so cute.I loved it when you'd be so free to wear clothes with bright colors, you'd never done that before before.Physicists never wear bright colors! I loved it when you put on that old fur coat because you were always cold.(It was a ladies coat). When I told you, you said " Oh well, who cares, it kinda looks like the Mafia!" I got a kick out of your new freedom.
Daddy, I love you, you were the best, I'll catch you later sweet Frankie....Polly
PS I,m sure you peeked into heaven and saw it as you passed. You called my name twice, "Polly, Polly" in such wonderment, like "Wow, come quick and look at this"!